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Darkmoon SilverWing

With the last light of the season
and the first light of the day
the Dark Moon becomes lost
into the fire of the sun
And then instead arises
a bird of Silver Wings
flying past the river
a bright gleam on the horizon

...and something wicked this way comes.
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